When I grow up…

I want to work in a cubicle farm of beige. I want to be distracted by loud noise and hit randomly in the head by objects thrown by coworkers who are bored and have poor aim. I am going to be able to walk through the mazes of cubes and always get lost when I’m trying to find a coworkers desk, trying to remember key points of interest, such as photos, crazy mugs and what-nots so I can find my way back to my beige loft.

While I work, I’m going to stare at a screen of numbers and move my mouse around on said screen clicking happily away and hoping that my solution is the right solution. When I’m not staring at the screen I’m going to interact with my peers and discuss said work and other worthless pieces of information. And when working, I’ll keep working until there is no sun outside because enjoying the daylight is not part of my idea of being a grown up. Finally, when I get home, I’m going to stare at my screen and write short tid-bits about my day as a form of communication. Yes, that’s what I’m going to do when I grow up.